All I could see was red. Red walls. Red bedsheets. Red people.
My own hands were even covered in the warm, sticky substance. I looked down at them and just stared, trying to figure out how it got there. Shouts came from outside the house. I ignored them and Continued to ponder at my hands. Did mommy make something sticky and I ate it? That wouldn't explain the room though... did I paint a pretty picture? I decided to ask mommy and daddy. The voices got louder as the people started to enter the house. I bent over mommy. She had her pajamas on and was covered in my paint. I shook her shoulders. "Mommy wake up!" I shouted. She just stayed there limp with a hurt and confused expression frozen on her face. Her eyes held unshed tears. I began to shake her more frantically but to no avail. If momy's ignoring me then daddy will listen. I walked to his side of the bed cautiosly so i wouldn't slip on the paint covering the floor. The image was no different. My dad's face was tilted towards the ceiling and his eyes were wide open and glassy. I grabbed his glasses rom the night-stand and placed them on his face. Daddy can't see without his glasses.
"Is there anyone in here? Come out now with your hands up now!" the voices shouted. They were outside the door now. I turned with tears streaking down my five year old face to see a police officer with his gun raised. "Help me. My mommy and daddy won't wake up." I cried. He dropped his gun and ran to me. He looked over and touched mommy's neck. He muttered something under his breath and then yelled. More people came and one picked me up. "Mommy! Mommy help me!" I cried. I didn't want them to take me away.
"Check for wounds, he's covered in blood." the first man said. I got carried outside into the cold night air. I took a deep breath and then was shut in a big vehicle with supplies in it. "Are you hurt? What's your name? Do you remember anyone coming to your house?" a lady asked me. She began to inspect my body and cleaned the paint off of me with some liquid that burned. I cried even harder trying not to squirm too much.
I stayed silent not answering any of there questions. I couldn't. I was five and didn't know that my parents were murdered.
Murdered by the same person they trusted.
Me.
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Misteri / ThrillerWhat if your parents died when you were five and you had their blood on your hands. Grey Tyler murdered his parents when he was just five and then got sent to his aunt's. When he became of age he ran away never to be seen again. Off the map. Then he...
